Despite my fears, I sped into the curve. It was an interesting choice on my behalf, given this was the same curve of my reoccurring nightmare; Dead Man’s Bend. The familiar inertia of the car rolling into the bend plunged my mind back to a memory being young; looking out the back seat car window, small crosses dotting the edge of the highway. Like tiny shards of mirrors and mothers tears, the smell of sweat and blood, blotting my tender child memory.

     With a start I come back to the present: Sitting behind the wheel of this aluminum beetle, allowing fate and karma to rule my fingertips and our destiny. Through tender child mind I fabricated the remembrance of children standing next to their cross; empty eyes staring deep blank-black holes boring into my spirit soul, reminding me of life’s all too common tragedies.

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